Note For Readers
In my writings I tend to stray very heavily from the source material. You have been Warned.
I've conceptualized a character that is practically a Demigod, in service to an Elder God who sends said Demigod to different worlds that require aid, however upon arrival to the new world, he is powerless, bodiless, and is forbidden from interfering until he has an understanding of the world, and why it needs his help. He can't directly affect anything that happens for long periods of time, but he has the ability to draw upon any known knowledge, lost or not, from anything, and he Can tell beings in the world the information he knows.
I plan to use this character more, and I'd often had random Day-Dreams about what it would be like for this character to actually "Interfere" with the events of the Inheritance Cycle, thus, this Fanfiction.
The events of this Fan-Fiction begin to take place just before Eragon and Saphira return to visit Glaedr and Oromis, after Eragon has done battle with Murtagh during the Battle of the Burning Plains.
End of Note
Night fell over the length of Alagaësia, mere hours before, it was now the hour of Twilight, the moon high and full in the sky shone over the Plains south of Du Weldenvarden, everything calm aside from a cool breeze that began tickling the grass. A lone human man, lost, starving, lay tearing tufts of grass up, and stuffing them in his mouth to stave off the hunger. He feared for what was to come, as he hadn't eaten well in days, surviving only just barely on the grass in hopes that he may find proper food soon. He glanced, looking for anything new amongst the grass, his eyes sweeping, looking for even the tiniest of changes, yet saw nothing.
He silently began sobbing, cursing his luck, thinking over what he could have done to avoid this situation, not noticing the slight breeze had picked up, moving faster, stirring the grass stubs around him. Minutes passed, and when he'd finished cursing his past, he noticed the stronger breeze, he turned his head about, looking to see if there wasn't a flying beast descending on him. To his amazement, there seemed to be a soft, glowing bluish white light, hovering a short distance away, the breeze seemed to be carrying embers from an unseen fire.
The man knew it couldn't be good, magic was obviously a force involved here, but watching it took his mind of his hunger. The embers floated to the light, seemingly from all directions, gathering at the center and changing with the light, they stopped glowing orange, and faded to blue, matching the light. It was beautiful to look at, fascinating, even if he barely understood it, now it was a glowing ball of blue embers and light, brightly illuminating the area, a breeze continuing to carry more embers to the center, and another breeze flattening the grass around the ball in a large circle.
The breeze died down, and the man could now hear a low hum in the air, it was unlike anything he'd ever heard before, a sound he could not describe, followed shortly by warmth, flowing from the light. With every passing second it grew warmer, and warmer, he was surely sweating, but the heat worsened his fatigue, and he could do nothing as the heat gradually covered him.
Everything seemed to slow down, and a sound like shattering steel and glass filled his ears, deafening him, leaving him aware that he could feel the humming in the air, it seemed to work it's way right into his bones. The light began to fade, the heat receded, the breeze stopped, as well as the humming, and after a few moments his hearing returned as he craned his neck to look at where the light was.
Where there once was an orb of light, there now stood a strange formation of crystals, a small, jagged pyramid shaped base, with orbs and shards of crystal floating around a small cloud of fog, or mist that was glowing softly in the light of the night sky. The crystals floated into the cloud, melting into one another, forming a blob of crystal that moved and flowed, like water, or liquid glass. It condensed into one small point, and after a small flash of light, there was a brilliant, majestic bird standing where the the light flattened the grass.
It cocked it's head to the side, looking around, taking notice of the man lying in the grass, and flapped over him, landing on his chest, it carefully examined him, staring with eyes that didn't belong to a bird, then a voice touched his mind.
By terrible choices and luck have you ended here, however your fate takes you elsewhere, so a gift for you, pursue your fate. The voice said, and the bird flapped off, flying into the distance, suddenly his weariness was gone, a low crack sounded, he turned, and a small campfire burned before him, a bedroll was lain out next to it. His voice died in his throat, he fell to his knees, gazing at the fire, for above it hung three roast rabbits, tempting him terribly. He tore into them, hungrily, not caring how any of it had gotten there, thanking whatever that strange being was for giving him a second chance. He spared no time, cleaning the bones carefully with his teeth, glad for a stomach full of something other than grass. Another low crack filled the air, and he turned to see a large white horse, pawing at the ground before him, a small scrap of rolled paper hanging out of the saddlebag. He took it, thankful that he at least knew how to read, if he couldn't write properly.
"Her name is Titania, she comes from a land of ice, her coat is cold to the touch, and will aid you as you pass through the desert, neither immense heat, nor cold will harm her, and she can run for days without stopping, care for her well." Titania then nuzzled him, and began grazing in the tall grass, as the man slipped into the bedroll next to the fire, and closed his eyes. Somewhere in the distance he thought he heard the cry of a bird, but couldn't tell if it was a pained cry or not, as sleep enveloped him.
Miles away the same white bird crashed to the ground, a spectral arrow piercing both wings. Again with the restrictions... His wings folded into his body as he changed form from the bird, into a large, long maned white wolf, and took off once again across the landscape at lightning speed. If he really wanted me to aid this world, he would stop punishing me for doing so, he thought to himself, leaping easily over a wide river, now to find this Glaedr, with that, he quickened his pace, and sped towards the forest far in the distance.